Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

It's been an interesting few months for Rob the Furball, and I mean interesting in the Chinese curse sense of the word. He's had four bladder infections in a row since Christmas, the third one being serious enough that he was in the vets for 3 days. However, the vets didn't give up and neither did I and so far, he seems to have finally beaten the thing.

Of course, being him, having tested him out on some free samples of special kibble and finding out which one he liked best, he decided after 3 days that he didn't like it. Well tough, young cat, that kibble was sufficiently expensive that (to borrow a phrase from ursulav) it must have been made from ground up unicorns and as I bought a Very Large Bag of it, you're stuck with it for quite a long time. I've been mixing a lil' bit of his el cheapo Whiskas senior dried food into the new stuff and that seems to have persuaded him it's not vile and evil, so we'll see. It's not an appetite problem because he's hoovering up his daily ration of wet food with his usual enthusiasm.

He's been sick a bit this past week, and I was all "Oh NOES, not again!" because that's been the symptom of when he's getting another infection, but he was still eating and using his litter tray and he didn't SEEM in pain or miserable, still being a yowly, attention-seeking guided furry missile every morning and evening and all the times in between on weekends. So I've been playing the waiting game.

This morning, the daft animal was nosing around my computer table (which is a very low table in the lounge) and got his head caught in a loop of mouse cord. He tried to move forward and the loop tightened so he panicked, launched himself off, dragging the mouse, keyboard, modem, remote controls and few bits of crap off the table. This caused him to panic even more. Your trusty correspondent was caught between trying to pin a thrashing, terrified furball down so she could untangle him and preventing the monitor from flying off and landing on top of him :P

He thrashed himself free and took off like greased black lightning. Happily there is no damage to anything at all and, as far as I can tell, he's fine. I'm letting him calm down a bit before I insist on getting a close look at him to make sure he didn't get hurt. The good news? I now have conclusive proof that his bladder is working just fine....